“Robin,” Raven muttered as the door opened. “We need to talk, Beast Boy is…!” She paused, as she spied the gun in Robins hand. “Since when did you move up to fire arms?” She asked.
“I didn’t,” Robin replied, holding up the gun. “This arrived inside of my radar-guided birdarangs. But it doesn’t work.”
“Here,” Raven said, moving towards him, “Let me have a look.”
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